I Am A Role Model! Blackmail!

Li Dao was too lazy to speak, so he squeezed the sword and pointed to the sky.

"call out…"

"call out…"

"call out…"

...

In an instant, countless Flying Swords, as if inspired by some kind, broke away from their scabbards and flew into the sky one after another, hovering silently.

At this moment, under the sunlight, every sword was flickering with cold light, so dazzling that people didn't dare to look directly.

"Daddy's sword!"

"Fire Dragon Sword, you unfilial son, come back to me, if you are broken, what can I do!"

...

Some cultivators who regard swords like their lives, looking at their beloved swords hovering in the sky, all cried out in pain.

But at this moment, these swords only listen to the orders of one person, and that is... Li Dao!

As long as Li Dao pointed down, the countless Flying Swords would shoot at An Xun like a rain of swords.

But he didn't do it, he was afraid... An Xun couldn't react, so he deliberately paused for a few seconds.

An Xun looked at the countless Flying Swords in the sky, and the sword glow pointed at him.

He was getting colder and didn't dare to be careless, and he tried his best to motivate all of his own strength and trump cards...

An Xun's body center of gravity moved down, his veins burst out, and the green Spiritual Qi rose into the sky.

"An...God...curse!"

He spoke word by word, hoarsely, as if squeezed from between his teeth.

When the mantra was finished, a shadow of an ancient tree instantly appeared behind him, and a faint requiem of the soul permeated out...

Then, the ancient trees turned into tiny spots of light and merged into An Xun's body. The power of requiem filled his body, and the aura on his body was undergoing some kind of strange change...

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes had become extremely peaceful and indifferent. He looked at the long sword that filled the sky, and waved his hand gently...

"clang…"

"Wow..."

Immediately, countless Flying Swords seemed to fall asleep, falling down one after another, some smashed to the ground, making a clanging sound, and some fell into the river, splashing a burst of water.

Li Dao was a little surprised, and took the opportunity to ask, "What kind of trick are you doing?"

"Hehe, it's just a soothing spell." An Xun said with a calm expression, calm eyes, and a light smile.

At the same time, among the bystanders, who were also members of the Anshen tribe, could not help but exclaimed.

"Hey, it's actually a soothing spell! He actually practiced it!!"

"Brother, what is the soothing spell?"

"Hey, it's okay to tell you, it's a method of my family, it's extremely difficult to practice, but as long as you practice it, then... tsk tsk tsk..."

"Brother, don't buy a pass, so what?"

"The power of requiem is poured into the body, and the strength is greatly increased. One trick and one try can make people reassure, and it can also make people frightened. You can say that terror is not scary, right? And the requiem is infinitely useful. After mastering it, it can not only It's as simple as improving your strength."

...

The voices of discussion were endless, and they were all amazed at how terrifying this soothing mantra was, how difficult it was to cultivate, and how many geniuses, just because they wanted to cultivate the soothing mantra, ruined their lives.

However, because very few people have completed the soothing spell, the specific effects of this method, even the soothing clansmen, are mostly heard from others...

How wonderful it is, only those who have truly cultivated will know.

And this person is An Xun!

An Xun walked slowly towards Li Dao, every step he took, there was a certain charm that made people feel no hostility.

But in the next second, his figure flashed past, and a round of iron fists silently thumped Li Dao's face.

Li Dao flashed his head slightly sideways, still thinking about it, should he take a look at this soothing spell.

"One punch will fix the soul, one punch will startle the soul, this one punch, I will smash all of you, so that you have no chance of being my opponent!"

An Xun said lightly, as if he had sentenced Li Dao to death.

As he spoke, his left hand clenched his fist and attacked at an unhurried speed, so weak that it gave people a feeling that he didn't want to avoid it.

At the same time, Li Dao's hesitant heart finally made a decision, that is

"Put An Xun on the blackmail list temporarily. If the opportunity is right, hang him up and torture him to see if he can create a soothing spell."

Li Dao, who had a clear mind, turned to one side slightly and avoided the punch.

An Xun was not surprised when his punch failed. His eyes narrowed, and a force similar to but not the same as the power of tranquility swayed out like a wave of water.

All over the place in an instant…

After a short while, the audience began to feel a slight change. The most intuitive feeling was that...the mood was a lot more impetuous, and they felt a little uneasy in their hearts.

The audience is still like this, tens of meters apart. It is conceivable that Li Dao, who was affected at close range, was in a bad state at this time.

An Xun sneered and threw his fist again, this one still hitting Li Dao's face.

He seemed to have some kind of resentment towards Li Dao's face, and punched him in the face every time.

Li Dao felt a little speechless, and he was too lazy to play with An Xun after seeing the soothing spell at this time.

Seeing the fist gradually enlarge in his eyes, Li Dao frowned, Spiritual Qi oscillated out, and while flying An Xun, he pointed forward.

Immediately, countless Flying Swords flew up from the water and the ground, and shot at An Xun with extreme speed.

An Xun hurriedly blocked, and was beaten by a handful of Flying Swords and retreated again and again. In the end, he was knocked out of the field and fell into the river...

"I should have won this battle." Li Dao wanted to yawn a little, but he held it back.

With a wave of his hand, countless Flying Swords flew back to their masters, and at the same time, a strong requiem power floated out.

Everyone's heart that had become impetuous, began to calm down slightly.

"Let's go."

No matter how much the outside world may make waves, Li Dao dodged, returned to the terrace, patted the Wang family sisters and brothers on the shoulders, and shouted softly.

"Hmm." The two nodded, ignoring the surprised Yu Man, got up slowly, and walked out the door with Li Dao.

At the same time, An Xun, who was covered in blood, flew out of the water with difficulty, and fell on the battle platform, his feet softened and he fell to the ground.

He looked around, as if he still wanted to fight Li Dao for three hundred rounds. But Li Dao's figure had already disappeared somewhere.

"Little friend, please stay!"

The three of them were walking in a remote alley, and suddenly, an old man with gray hair came hurriedly towards the three of them.

"Old senior, is there something wrong?" Li Dao stopped and asked curiously.

"Little friend, did you just use the power of requiem on the field?" the old man asked.

"Yeah." Li Dao did not deny it, because he was not the only one who used the power of Requiem, but also Sanjue and An Xun.

"It's incredible, at such a young age, he has mastered such a profound power of requiem." The old man looked at Li Dao with admiration in his eyes.

Li Dao said humbly: "It's just a little trick, by the way, the old senior came to me, but is there anything I want to help? If not..."

"It's not really helpful, but you're not a member of the Soul Requiem clan, but you can master this level of Soul Requiem power, which is really eye-opening..."

The old man said with emotion: "If I remember correctly, the last foreigner who could master the power of my Requiem Clan's Requiem was the God Son of Tongxian Kingdom."

"Son of God?" Li Dao was stunned, it was the first time he heard these two words.

"Yeah..." The old man fell into memory: "This is a true genius. No one, in front of him, would dare to mention the word 'genius'."

Wang Mei and Wang Cheng looked at each other, and both bowed their heads and fell silent.

Although they admired Li Dao, they still dared not compare Li Dao with the legendary one.

The records he has set are truly terrifying.

After a brief silence, the old man suddenly looked at Li Dao and said with a smile: "The Talent you showed reminded me of that God Son, since you also mastered the power of requiem, then it can be regarded as my peace. Soul clan friend."

Without the help of the Anshen Cultivation Technique, there have been only two people who can comprehend the power of Requiem on their own, since ancient times, one is the son of God a long time ago, and the other is the current Li Dao.

The old man was obviously here to make a deal on this trip.

"Junior is very honored." Li Dao laughed.

"Hahaha, I'm afraid I will be honored soon. Speaking of which, there is a big event in my family recently, which is good for practice. If it is suitable, I will ask you to come over, and it will be a good relationship." The old man Touching his beard, he was very impressed with Li Dao's humility.

"If senior doesn't dislike it, Junior will always be there whenever he is called." Li Dao said respectfully.

Next, the two casually chatted for a while.

Li Dao learned that this old man was an elder of the Requiem Clan. He heard that there was a battle between Sanjue, who had realized a trace of Requiem power, so he came over to take a look.

Then I stumbled upon An Xun, who had learned the Requiem, and was so happy that he was ready to go back and recommend An Xun.

But... Later, it was discovered that Li Dao's requiem power was actually much stronger than An Xun's. With the thought that An Xun was his own clan, he couldn't escape anyway, so he ran out to find Li Dao first.

It just so happened that Li Dao was humble enough. He felt that this junior was good, as if he represented the Anshen tribe and showed his favor.

...

"Hey, squeak and hum, are you going to say it or not?" Zhang Thirty was speechless.

"Humph! I told you to be clever!"

Hu Xiaobai picked up the wicker and whipped it down.

"I…"

The purple-haired girl who was suffering was aggrieved and helpless. She never completely made up her mind as to who would take up the fire pit for her.

"Xiao Bai..." Zhang San frowned.

Hu Xiaobai understood and raised the wicker again.

"Wait a minute!" As soon as the purple-haired woman finished speaking, she felt another burst of burning pain.

"Give you one more chance, this time must be decided." Zhang San raised his hand and motioned for Hu Xiaobai to step back.

The purple-haired woman's eyes were uncertain, she glanced at Zhang San, then at Hu Xiaobai, and finally her eyes fell on the wicker, she gritted her teeth, and said with a ruthless heart: "I... I recommend the goal of... the top ten talents. Su Wan in...''"